"Qing'er, some of the things I said made me lose my seniority and age." Tuoba Xian said.

"You should know what's stuck in my mind. I'm reading scriptures in this room. To put it bluntly, I want to calm down my mind. I don't want to think about being serious with a child and getting annoyed."

"But Qing'er, the behavior of this child Dazhi really worries me."

"I'm not worried about what's going to happen to me, I'm worried about Chen'er coming back to celebrate the New Year and the family being reunited happily,"

"At that time, such a lively and warm scene would be normal in other people's homes. In our home, just because of Dazhi's character and inner thoughts, we all have to pay attention to our words and deeds?"

"No matter how much you love Chen'er and long for his return, you still have to control yourself in front of Dazhi?"

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Chen'er is my direct grandson, a legitimate descendant of the Luo family, your and Feng Tang's biological son, and the eldest son of the great general who protects the country!"

"We love him and welcome him, who else should we care about?"

"Ambition?"

"Who is Dazhi? In the final analysis, he is just a child that you and Feng Tang kindly adopted. It was Dazhi who begged you so hard."

"What is the original intention of Dashi Niang?"

"I just want you to give Dazhi something to eat and drink, so that he doesn't have to starve, freeze and live on the streets!"

"As for you, you treat Dazhi as your own son. No matter whether it was the years when Chen'er was separated or after Chen'er recognized each other, Dazhi's treatment and status in the family have never changed."

"Qing'er, you, Feng Tang, and all of us are very ambitious!"

"But Dazhi, a child, is narrow-minded, sensitive, has low self-esteem, and is jealous by nature."

"You already talked to him about the truth last time, and he admitted his mistake. Is this still the case now?"

"Throw the doll? Spit on it?"

"Please forgive me for saying something unpleasant. Dragons give birth to dragons, and rats give birth to rat children. What flows in the bones of Dazhi is the blood of his biological father, the cruel and selfish fisherman!"

"He is like this now when he is only eight years old. When he gets older, he will poison Chen'er's food and tea, causing an irreversible mistake. What should you do?"

"Even if you kill Dazhi with one blow, can you save Chen'er?"

Tuoba Xian has never said so many words to Yang Ruoqing with such a stern look on her face like today.

And every word, analysis, and concern all hit Yang Ruoqing's heart.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes, clutching the apron she had not yet taken off with her hands, not knowing what to say.

Yang Ruoqing can completely understand Tuoba Xian's mood and worries.

She is Chen'er's mother, so how can she not worry about Dazhi's situation getting worse and it will really cause substantial harm to Chen'er?

"Mom, don't worry. I will go to Dazhi later to have a frank and frank talk for the last time. I will definitely make him realize the seriousness of the problem and our attitude!" Yang Ruoqing said seriously.

Tuoba Xian warned: "Qing'er, mother can understand your mood, the palms and backs of your hands are full of flesh."

"As a smart person like you, you know what is important and what is important."

"Don't let a moment of benevolence lead to a lifetime of mistakes. Go ahead and I'll read the scriptures and take a nap."

…

After leaving Tuoba Xian's house, Yang Ruoqing dragged heavy steps back to the kitchen in the backyard.

In the small canteen next to the kitchen, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian had already served rice to Dazhi and Baby Luo, letting them eat first.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming back alone, Wang Cuilian asked in surprise: "Where is your mother-in-law? Why didn't you come over?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "My mother-in-law is tired and wants to sleep. We will eat at night. Auntie, let's eat first!"

At the dinner table, Yang Ruoqing secretly observed Dazhi.

Originally, she thought that Dazhi would feel guilty if he did such a thing.

However, from beginning to end, he acted as if nothing was wrong. After eating, he picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, then politely greeted the adults and went back to his room.

Yang Ruoqing also put down her chopsticks, "I'm done eating. Auntie, you can put the pots and bowls there later. I'll go to Dazhi's and I'll be back to clean up later."

…

In Dazhi's house, Yang Ruoqing deliberately followed Dazhi to the door of the house with slow steps.

She didn't knock on the door, but stood quietly outside the window, planning to see what he was doing.

Inside the room, after Dazhi came back from dinner, he sat at the desk, picked up a pen, and spread out the paper in front of him.

The tip of the brush was stained with ink, and he was writing something on the white paper in front of him...

This kid came back to practice calligraphy after dinner?

It seems that he is really diligent in studying and never slacks off!

Just when this idea started to pop up in my mind, I saw Dazhi, who was writing calmly, suddenly slap the pen in his hand on the table.

He raised his hand and swept the books and other things on the desk to the floor.

He grabbed the piece of paper he had written on earlier, tore it apart frantically, and threw it away.

Then he grabbed the inkstone on the table and smashed it hard on the ground. The quality of the inkstone was so good that it didn’t break even after being hit like this!

Dazhi still felt uncomfortable and looked for something to vent his anger in the room. The quilt and pillows on the bed,

The calligraphy and paintings in the big vase, the flutes and flutes hanging on the wall were all thrown to the ground by him.

He was circling back and forth in the room, breathing heavily, and his face was distorted, looking hideous and terrifying.

This made Yang Ruoqing, who was peeking outside the window, stunned.

Where is an eight-year-old boy here?

Where is that elegant scholar carrying a small schoolbag?

Where is the quiet and delicate Zhi'er who blushes whenever she speaks?

Yang Ruoqing felt that the little boy in front of her was strange. In him, she seemed to see the Yangzhou fisherman from Hekou Village who beat his wife and children savagely and brutally!

She originally wanted to come to him to communicate, but due to the situation in the room, to be honest, Yang Ruoqing actually wanted to back out.

This is simply a troubled boy!

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ruoqing came to the door and knocked lightly a few times.

"Which one?" Dazhi's alert voice came from inside the room.

"Zhi'er, it's me." Yang Ruoqing tried her best not to sound weird at all.

"Mom, yes, what's the matter?" Dazhi asked nervously.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's nothing, I just saw that you didn't eat much at noon, so I wanted to come and see if you felt uncomfortable in any way."

Inside the room, there was silence for a moment, and then there was the sound of picking up paper.

But it stopped after just one or two ringings, and then Dazhi's voice came: "Mom, I feel very well. I didn't sleep well last night. I have taken off my clothes and gone to bed now. My son can go talk to my mother again at night."

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Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing felt really chilled in her heart.
Chapter completed!